Final Cut (1998) Movie Review

Premise: All actors play characters named after (and loosely based on) themselves.

Jude (Jude Law) is dead. His final words have been left via videotape, which is rolled at his funeral. What's on the tape? Why, Jude has somehow recorded his friends in the worst of situations: peeing, stealing things from each other, banging hookers, cross-dressing, and worse. The funeral guests then stammer and backpedal and make excuses for their actions.

While the depravity on display on this tape would rival a Vegas bachelor party, what's even more outrageous is that Jude would have access to all these goings-on, rivaled only by the fact that people actually stick around to keep watching their own humiliation on the TV.

Shot on video, the film has all the professionalism of a student short film. The sound is wretched, punctuated by what sounds like a gunshot during every cut. It absolutely reeks of amateurism.

The story does too, which features a wide-eyed Law overacting his way through the video vignettes. The ones that aren't wholly unbelievable are mumbly and incomprehensible. Either way, the film is forgotten the minute it's over.